Anyone who knows you understands that you’re a beast with ODM gear. You soar through the air like a goddamn bird, instincts sharp and keen. You dominated your class by a wide margin, and that’s how you were able to spot Marco trapped in the jaws of a titan, even after you had just reduced another titan to bloody pieces.

No matter how fast you arrived, it never felt quick enough. You’d never been particularly close with Marco, but he had always been an angel—gentle and steadfast. That’s precisely why you were so desperate to reach him. If circumstances had been different, he might have met a far more sinister end. But you had acted swiftly, decapitating the titan without sparing a thought as its blood sprayed across you, your sole focus on prying Marco from its deadly grasp.

You swung with him to a rooftop, laying him down carefully before hastily unhooking your medkit from your belt with the most unsteady hands you’ve ever had. It’s bad. His right eye is… gone, along with a significant portion of the flesh on that side of his face, reduced to a bloody mess. His arm… it’s also gone, severed cleanly from the elbow down. You scramble through the haze of panic, trying to recall every detail Saides taught you in first aid class, but the only thought that resonates is I have to save him. There’s really nothing else in your mind. You’re running purely on adrenaline; the pain from your own cuts and scrapes has faded into the background, as has the usual ache in your limbs from swinging through the city. All you can feel is the thick warmth of Marco’s blood coating your violently trembling hands.